Finished "House of Leaves" last night; read the last 500+ pages between 5:30pm and 2:00am, pausing for an hour to rap with jdixon about what happened to him last night.
"HoL" is a fantastic, trippy, but especially creepy book; I haven't been that creeped out since I was 12 and I was freaking out reading "Pet Semetary" and "It". Yesterday afternoon I did some googling and read a lot of reviews about it, and what's funny is that none of them ever got very cerebral; "HoL" is an incredibly cerebral book about a book about a book about a movie about a house that doesn't exist, and within in the book are hundreds of well-thought out critiques of the movie, which could as well apply to the book as as whole. Sorta. I can't really describe how to critique this book, other than to say that it's extraordinarily well written, so much so that you forget that only one person wrote it. In the reviews that I read, there's a lot said about how Johnny Truant's asides aren't nearly as interesting as the rest of the book, but in a way, I think that's part of the point.
Anyway. If you've read it, talk to me about it, because I need to talk about it. If you haven't read it, read "Infinite Jest" first, talk to me about that, and then read "House of Leaves" and talk to me about that.
I'm really fucking tired. What sucked about this reading marathon is that I didn't do any of the other things I had wanted to do; by the same token, now it's out of the way, and I can start working again without distractions.